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Qin Shuang rushed at her best, but when she arrived at the restaurant where she had arranged to meet Li Mingxi, she was still a half-hour later than planned.
Fortunately, she had sent a message to Li Mingxi as soon as she left the house, so she didn't let Li Mingxi wait in vain for too long.
Her left hand was still trembling by the time it reached the table.
Qin Shuang couldn't bear to look directly at her own hand; closing her eyes, it was all the scenes in the study room that she could see.
He Zhiyao shamelessly said, "I'll leave your right hand free so you can hold chopsticks, otherwise, you'll have a rough New Year."
She nearly lost control and slapped him across the face.
If ever the day came when she turned the tables, she would definitely sew He Zhiyao's mouth shut with a needle.
Li Mingxi ordered the dishes, poured Qin Shuang a glass of water, and pushed it towards her, asking curiously, "Why is your face so red?"